Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mauritius and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Banda Bassotti to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Slave. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Intrusion,
Hoover,
Easy Going,
New Age Steppers,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Severed Heads,
Hardrive,
The Last Poets,
X-102,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shoche,
The Names,
Max Romeo,
Delta 5,
Sixth Finger,
Cluster,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül II,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Isaac Hayes,
The Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bush Tetras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Morten Harket,
Camberwell Now,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deadbeat,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mummies,
the Human League,
Guru Guru,
The Offenders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
H. Thieme,
Procol Harum,
Laurel Aitken,
Donald Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
China Crisis,
James White and The Blacks,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Byrd,
Basic Channel,
Letta Mbulu,
Ossler,
The Birthday Party,
The New Christs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Susan Cadogan,
Qualms,
The Blues Magoos,
Q65,
Visage,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.